canary dressed as a disabled villain

The heavy curtains were closed tightly, and the wall lamp was also turned off by He Zhuolin before going to bed. The room was dark and quiet, except for two rapid breathing sounds.

Zhuang Jianning's brain went down for a second, and he forcibly activated the storm thinking mode, and several self-help plans flashed through his mind.

The body reacted faster than the brain, and moved back with both hands and feet. However, the heart was beating wildly, the limbs were stiff, and he was afraid of He Zhuo's legs. resist.

They are all men, Zhuang Jianning instinctively knew what provoked him, and he hummed in a panic, "Yanyan, don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."

Then his heart turned, he jumped back from He Zhuo's body, hit the mattress and was bounced up again, he used his strength to turn over, turned his back to He Zhuo, hugged the quilt to hold down his beating heart and began to pretend to sleep.

The sound of breathing behind him stopped abruptly, and he couldn't see or hear anything, but Zhuang Jianing keenly sensed that something was wrong, the unpredictable danger approached him step by step, enveloping him tightly and making it airtight.

With a bang, the headlights came on.

It was a bit dazzling, Zhuang Jianning hadn't closed his eyes when he heard a chilly voice behind him.

"Get out."

Zhuang Jianning didn't forget to play a full set of plays, he stretched his body stiffly, rubbed his eyes, and pretended to just wake up.

Tremblingly lifted the quilt and sat up, glanced at He Zhuo who was lying flat from the corner of his eye, Zhuang Jianning suddenly realized what he had yelled just now.

In his previous life, he had raised a docile golden retriever, who often ran to his bed to play tricks. The dog's name was "Yanyan".

What is the intention of the person who wrote this book? Not only did he name the protagonist Gong in the novel after his dog, but also let him pester the protagonist Gong without dignity!

If there is a misunderstanding, you have to explain quickly, Zhuang Jianning bit the bullet and looked at He Zhuo with his eyes closed: "Mr. He, in fact, Yanyan was me before..."

"Get out!" He Zhuo emphasized again.

Zhuang Jianning has yet to say more.I don't know what switch He Zhuo operated, the curtains, the balcony door and the bedroom door all opened at the same time.

Zhuang Jianning blinked twice, suddenly felt a little bit of grievance, and attended the reception properly, when a chandelier fell, not only lost his life and future, but also cleaned up the mess left by the original owner.

I can't even sleep well every day, and I am also burdened with huge pressure from school and earning a living.No matter what outsiders say about him or scold him, he doesn't care. He didn't expect that even He Zhuo would speak ill of him.

If someone has no temper, why don't you let him go, okay, don't beg me to come back in the future.

Angrily, he grabbed his clothes and went downstairs without looking back.

He Zhuo got up and leaned against the head of the bed, took a few deep breaths, picked up the Buddhist scriptures on the bedside table and read them word by word.

Little pets are unfamiliar.

He threw away the book and unlocked the phone. The latest news is the progress of Cheng Yan's hot search reported by his assistant.

He didn't turn it on, got into a wheelchair and went to the balcony, took a pot of boiling hot water, pushed aside the lush leaves and colorful flowers, aimed at the roots and poured it down in pots.

The soil carried the fragrance of plants and trees and the sweltering tide rushed towards the face, and the dark fire in my heart was not known whether it was ignited or extinguished.

Seeing that the leaves were still green and the flowers were still beautiful, He Zhuo took another pot of hot water and poured it directly from the top of the flowers this time.

Zhuang Jianning went downstairs and checked that the time was already five o'clock in the afternoon. This afternoon nap actually wasted three hours of his time. It really was full of warmth and lustful... Ahh, what a mess.

Anger and unwillingness have created high efficiency. He lay down on the coffee table in the living room downstairs and finished several math test papers as if venting his anger.

It is most useful to solve a few math problems when you are unhappy, and if it is useless, solve a few more.

The sky was gradually getting dark, he thought about it, he was told to get out, and he was still lying on the sofa, how skinny and shameless!

A few days ago, he applied to live on campus with his class teacher, and was told on Friday that the application was approved, and he could go to the dormitory manager to pick up the keys and move at any time.

No matter how difficult the dormitory conditions are, at least there is a bed, which saves the time of taking a taxi in the morning and evening, and can do two more test papers.

Tore off a piece of draft paper, and wrote a line of words on it, Zhuang Jianning puffed up her cheeks and went upstairs step by step, and used glue to stick the draft paper to the door of He Zhuo's bedroom.

After appreciating it for a while, he stretched his arms, took a step with his long legs, and slid half-sitting on the handrail to the first floor.

handsome!Free and easy!

Zhuang Jianning is very satisfied!

After staying for so many days, his luggage is only a few pieces of change of clothes, and even his skin care products have been reduced by [-] levels because of his embarrassment. A bottle of L'Oreal is enough.

Pack everything and stuff it into his schoolbag, and make it to the last night, and he will leave with his bag early tomorrow morning.

Picking up the phone to check the time, there were many unread WeChat messages. He opened it and saw that they were all sent by Zhang Hao.

[I rely on!Good reincarnation!The few people who blocked you at the school gate are on the trending searches. ]

[The popular comments are scolding the popular traffic Cheng Yan for bullying others, and the team bullying unarmed high school students in the street. ]

[The eyes of the masses are discerning, and finally someone vented this bad breath on behalf of labor and capital!Damn, it's so cool! ]

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Zhuang Jianning first clicked on the picture, there were five people in the picture, Cheng Yan was standing sideways wearing sunglasses, Jing Chen was protected by three people in the middle, Cheng Yan's manager and assistant were facing the camera, the two had ferocious expressions, and pointed their fingers at the same time Looking at a thin young man who didn't show his face.

Needless to say, netizens, even he looked at himself in the photo and felt that he was weak, pitiful and helpless.

He clicked on the video again, and the 30-second slow-motion shot reflected this more clearly. He didn't look at those people from the beginning to the end, but the two of Cheng Yan's team were gearing up, as if their fists were about to hit in the next second. Hit him.

Weibo is a place of right and wrong. There are too many fans who take it out of context and watch the excitement. It is estimated that Cheng Yan’s opponent is playing the rhythm. In another picture sent by Zhang Hao, this news has a high number of reposts and comments. scary.

The wechat was sent by Zhang Hao several hours ago.Zhuang Jianning was not interested in going to Weibo to read the whole story. He closed his phone and wondered who exposed this incident.

The place where the incident happened was in a blind spot, otherwise Cheng Yan's manager wouldn't have acted so boldly, and the only entrance was blocked by four people like Zhang Hao.

In the photos and videos, Jing Chen was surrounded in the middle, without showing his face and unable to see his figure clearly.He was wearing the uniform of Imperial High School, except for a few people involved in this incident, almost no one would recognize him from behind.

Forget it, let's think about how to do the weekly gourmet live broadcast first.

He replied "Oh" to Zhang Hao.

With a ding dong, Zhang Hao replied in seconds.

[You are really an outsider who doesn't hear things outside the window. This matter has been settled by Cheng Yan's studio. ]

Zhang Hao's family also owns an entertainment company, and he can be regarded as a little prince. He has been fascinated by these methods in the entertainment industry since he was a child.

He analyzed: [This incident is very strange, but also very professional, excluding fans and passers-by.According to the principle of the greatest beneficiary, it is very likely that someone is venting for you.After Cheng Yan's team issued a press release to clean up the whitewashing, the other party did not make any next move. It should be a warning of small punishments and major warnings. If nothing else, Cheng Yan's team will not dare to provoke you again. ]

Looking at this message, Zhuang Jianning's cheeks that had been swollen gradually shrunk.

Reminiscent of the change of class teacher and substitute teacher before, wouldn't it be He Zhuo who asked people to do this again?

The test paper in his hand was clenched into a ball, Zhuang Jianning looked up towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Coincidentally, the door opened suddenly.

There is no time for people to think at all, everything depends on instinct.

Zhuang Jianning rushed upstairs, standing in front of He Zhuo who hadn't left the bedroom door: "Mr. He."

He Zhuo didn't expect this bastard to come out like this, and was taken aback by fright.

Zhuang Jianning succumbed to the strength of the big boss and the perverted little black house. What kind of self-esteem and temperament, how can survival be important!

Taking advantage of He Zhuo not paying attention, he stretched out his hand and tore off the manuscript paper pasted on the bedroom door, trying to pretend nothing happened.

He Zhuo snake hit seven inches, sitting on the wheelchair and pinching his waist directly.

Zhuang Jianning was afraid of ticklish, so she retracted her waist reflexively, and used her elbow to cover the part touched by He Zhuo.

The manuscript paper was stretched directly to He Zhuo's eyes.

He Zhuo raised his eyebrows and looked at the bewildered Zhuang Jianning, pulled out the manuscript paper with a cold face, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. .”

Embarrassed and timid, Zhuang Jianning robbed for a long time but failed to get the paper, only grabbed He Zhuo's hand holding the manuscript paper.

The 1.7-meter-eight tall man stood there like a quail.

While He Zhuo was reading the note, he thought, do he really want to explain to He Zhuo?

In the current situation, should He Zhuo continue to misunderstand him calling Cheng Yan miserable in his sleep, or explain clearly so that He Zhuo thinks he is miserable as a dog.

Facing those deep eyes that were surging with dark flames and seemed to have murderous intent at this moment, Zhuang Jian Ning slumped down on his knees, and said frankly: "Mr. He, I know you won't believe me even if I tell you, but Yanyan is really the dog I raised before, it is a very obedient and clingy golden retriever, it often sneaks into the bed to sleep with me."

Seeing that He Zhuo's face was still gloomy, he tried his best to save himself, "However, holding you is much more comfortable than holding it to sleep."

He Zhuo didn't think that it would cost him money to sleep with a little lover, and it might be fatal for him to sleep with this temperamental little pet.

The tense nerves relaxed, and the back of the hand with bruised veins also felt. He looked at the quail, his voice was still as cold as a cold pool, and he asked, "Move tomorrow?"

Zhuang Jianning shook his head like a rattle, and a lock of hair on the top of his head was shaking wildly: "I won't move anymore, I will live wherever Mr. He lives."

He Zhuo looked calm, stretched out his thumb and index finger to pinch his small white pointed chin, rubbed and teased him twice, then pushed him away: "Get up."

When the alarm was lifted, Zhuang Jianning breathed a sigh of relief, let go of He Zhuo's hand and stood up.

For some reason, the moment He Zhuo started the wheelchair, Zhuang Jianning suddenly grabbed him again.

He blinked a pair of watery and wet peach blossom eyes, and asked with burning eyes: "Then Mr. He, don't attack me in the future, okay?"